Seaside

We had a short holiday recently.
The doctor had said to my wife that she would be better off with her breathing and nose when she would have a fortnight at the seaside.
So I let anything down in our business and went with her to a nice place in France where the winds blow and the rains fall at high tide of the big ocean. End of November , beginning of december.
We found a nice house with a chimney and a home sauna within. That is not expensive now. We were alone. No computer and a minimum of telephone.
This is an environment where men develop an extra sexual drive level.
Of course I hoped to have more time together in bed with my wife.
And we had.
I was nice to snuggle with her. It has been long time. It was wonderful to feel the very warmth of her female energy, hmm... while we heard the ghosts of the wild sea and the storm whispering outside around us. Beautiful.
So I couldn't hide my extra sexual drive level though I felt it was not apropiate for her.
What she is doing in those cases is that she is ignoring my desire.
I hate to be ignored in this way.
I would really like more her to say: "I know what you want my love, but due to my mood I‘m not going to let you have it with me right now. Please be patient."

She didn‘t say something. And my experience is, that I am not even allowed to ask.

But from time to time I believe it is my exercise to talk about my feelings and what is bothering me. So she would never say....hu... I never knew you just wanted sex. If I only knew.

Okay. Just let her know and make it conscious without any demanding. Must be possible. But is difficult.
I said that evening I had been expecting something like a play during those retiring days at the sea. I was not talking about release. I love the play itself.
She is not very communicative in that department and so she answered something blaming about my being impatient and that the chances to get what I was requiring would be even worsened by that.
So she turned it like she was wanting to perform something nice with her husband but her husband disturbed that by being so impatiently.
She asked me why I would always have to talk about the same subject.
That was really something!
It has been years that I have been mentioning our sexual relationship.

I could hardly believe that she was serious. A typical situation for us I found!
That night the cuddling was canceled.

The next morning there was no cuddling either. She was up unusual early in her dressing gown and vanished into the kitchen.

I was in the shower, when she came along, opened the shower curtain and gave me a kiss. I turned the shower aside so I would not wet her nice velvet dressing gown.
The kiss continued a little. My response showed up immediately without any doubt.
She stepped back, looked down at me and then took the shower head off my hand and started to shower my entire body carefully.
„Hands up“ she commanded and „don‘t you do any move!“
I followed her and „fixed“ my hands above at the shower handle.
So it felt like a captivation.
Finally she switched the valve increasing the amount of warm water and kept the beam pointing on the sensible areas of my hard-on.
She wiggled the spurt so it became even more arousing for me.
I really did not intend to accept any substitute instead of the experiences which I craved with her.
But she gave me no chance.
While I was still puzzling over if this was a benefit that she gave me, or if it was meant as a punishment I really got problems to resist my sexual surrender.
Especially the thought of a „punishment“ drove me over the edge.
Hardly a minute passed and I was done with what I was obviously supposed to perform.
Meanwhile she was smiling defiant at me continuing to hold the jet towards my hard-on at last to prevent my seed from spreading to far.
So this became painful for me, my body contracted and I turned aside while she said: „Is it that what you needed? Please clean it all up and take care that no one following you up in the douche gets pregnant from you.“
She laughed, gave me a second quick kiss without noticing what had happened and handled me my shower head back.
She turned and went to the kitchen from where I could soon smell the white breads in the toaster. And the coffee.